The kiss to her forehead was tender and sweet and so very Samuel Winchester. It was true. He made her feel human with such gestures as those. When he pulled back, however briefly, the blond merely looked deeply into his puppy dog brown eyes with her powerful blue ones. She felt him trembling against her and if gave her further ammo to keep going. He wouldn't shoot her now.
Her eyes slid closed again, enjoying the sensation of his lips against her neck as they wandered the skin softly. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and running a gentle hand up his chest again. She couldn't refuse his touch for long, the hunter had always been intoxicating to the demon, but she rarely showed it. His pull was powerful though and she made to pull his shirt over his head and kiss his chest with burning lips.